TRIGGER WARNING: This is a scene were a bit of Violence happens.
I DO NOT OWN TWILIGHT
Aro POV
The talk with Miss Isabella was much less enthusiastic than I had hoped. Her entire clothes were wrecked of Alcohol. Her features, normally a fair shade now, were pale and every movement she made looked painful. I couldn't help but wonder what had happened to her today. I knew Caius's bar was very Horrific but was it this bad? I asked her of her chores and how she liked the new position and she simply said.
"It doesn't matter how I feel. This is my new life. Why do you even care so much?"
That was the ungodly truth of this situation and the million dollar question. I had been the one to put her in this position. I should not have cared how she looked or what state she was in. Something clawed at me when I saw her like this. So broken and yet still moving. I hadn't even expected her to hold out long enough to speak to me. I couldn't hide the pain in my eyes when I remembered how I treated her the other day. She rushed out of the room in tears. I could even hear her heartbeat growing heavier. This was her new life and like it or not we both had rules to follow and I had a reputation to upkeep. I was an Immortal Lord. I had to keep my power.
Yet seeing her now made guilt form in my heart. It made me want to shout and scream at the top of my lungs. To risk it all just to see her in a better state. Those emotions were foolish though, and would get me in a world of trouble. So I just sat watching. Letting her fade in and out of reality with each deep breath she took. Some of my own servants had entered the room. Watching. Enthralled by the scene. I closed my eyes. I knew what I had to do. Especially in a room full of eyes.
"Miss Isabella, you must be intelligent enough to understand that when I speak to you, you answer my questions appropriately."
"I am not stupid Aro. I am simply tired."
Silence. More looking gazes and more quiet chit chat filled the room.
The moment I looked at her, a ball of disgust formed in my stomach.
"Worthless mortal, I am being very patient with you. I ask again, ``Tell me how much you appreciated your position."
She looked up at me, apparently more awake but still very dazed. I tried my best to make my face match my tone and hope by some miracle she'd listen and just answer the question. Instead she shook her head and groaned. "Aro, This conversation can we please put it on hold. I can not even think clearly-"
I quickly drew my hand to her throat and this made me stare at me. Her brown eyes full of fear. I narrowed my own. If I had a heart right now id tell you that it was racing.
"Isabella, I will not ask again for you to address me as Master Aro."
I could feel her pulse racing in my hands. She glared back at me. "Master Aro." she spat.
A loud gasp was heard from the entire room and I frowned at her.
"Maybe this will remind you of where you belong in this domain.." I stated.
Then without a warning, without a hesitation I moved my hands to her arm and held it up to my mouth. She turned even paler and was suddenly pleading with me not to do it squirming in her seat.
"Please, Master Aro Please!"
I shut my eyes not wanting to see anymore of her terrified face as I sunk my teeth into her wrist.
She let out an ungodly scream and I fell in ecstasy.
I never let my morphine enter her body but as soon as I had my fill her body fell unconscious against the floor. My servants, suddenly afraid for their own life, fled the room. I looked down at her. I could see tears on her beautiful skin following down her chest.
What had I done?
I let my most trusted servant carry her out of the room. I instructed him to make sure she had gotten to her room and he had sent forth a mortal who could attend her. I told him to make sure nobody got suspicious. He picked up her body that now trembled even in her unconscious state. Then his red hues looked at mine.
"Aro, all this for a mor-"
"DO NOT ARGUE WITH ME!" I screamed.
My own body was trembling with pain, shock and anger. He looked at me with sadness filling his features. If there was anyone who could read me better, it would be him. He'd been alive with me since the middle ages. Walking in front of me with her body draped across his arms he nodded. "I'll take care of her."
I nodded to him. "Please do."
Then he was gone and I was left to my own thoughts for the rest of the night.